The thought arrives with stealth and venom...
"You should be ashamed of yourself. You're selfish.
You'll be exiled
and spurned if you don't start behaving yourself."
The effort begins
to hold myself together
...with bread ties and old chewing gum.
The bread ties are worn;
weakend where
strength is needed;
unable to stay connected
to keep
the tattered edges
of my self in one cohesive "whole".
Shame surrounds me
as my pieces fall away;
exposed and bleeding until
bled out enough
to congeal into a tepid calm...
This was written on July 1, 2008.
